The more you think about it,
The more it seems confusing.
The more I tell you stories,
The more you'll discover
Who I am
And
What I was..
But telling you these,
Makes me feel closer to
you.
But, everytime
I show you my cracks,
My fears,
My fragile and humane
Personality,
The more it pains me
To hear your words
And stare at the sky
*telling myself that
I am*
alright.
You are
The string
That attatches my
sanity.
But you are the scissors
That can
Cut my throat
And let me choke
On my own
Cold blood.
Your smile is so perfect, so natural.
And your words are true and sharp, like the blade cutting the shackled animal.